Dara O’Briain knows his shit.
A short list of current happenings that are more important than Justin Bieber’s arrest:
That was one hell of a party at the doghouse last night.
Well meow you’re just being passive aggressive.
My Apartment: A Restaurant Review [Click for full review]
Stale coffee. Rubber boots. Those were the scents that welcomed me as I stepped into My Apartment for dinner on a quiet Friday night.
My Apartment truly embraces a “catch as catch can” approach to cuisine. On an off day, one may walk in to find a full refrigerator boasting fresh and recognizable foodstuffs from all of the major food groups. On most days, however, nobody has been to the grocery store in several weeks, and any produce in the fridge is a rotting impulse buy from the local farmer’s market.
It’s days like these that you get the true My Apartment dining experience. And I was lucky enough to dine at My Apartment on such a barren day.
My amuse-bouche was a simple Polly-O String Cheese that I ate “like a bun-less hotdog,” and not string-by-string as string cheese is traditionally eaten. Continue